#:tadashi

     The words flowing past the delicate lips of the female sitting next to him has an eyebrow ascending, slender fingers towing with the paper cup containing a smoking liquid within, the sight before their eyes being more than enough to tangle with the reasons behind her words. Yes, the storm had taken an uproar through the entire city and its provinces, leaving nothing but wind and rain to wash over the grounds–however, rain has always been taken as a breathtaking phenomenon of nature in the photographer’s eyes. Perhaps it was the soothing scent left by the collision of droplets of water and the solid ground, the green below, or maybe it was the nice weather left in the air, cold and soft to leave him floating, but it was also the demeanor to his uprising mood at the moment.

     “Oh, come on, Hana. Do you not like rain? The storm is beautiful and it gives me amazing shots. Nature is the most perfect theme to be photographed.” And so pale lengths fall to the cold material laying over his lap, his gaze traveling out of the coffee shop’s window and towards the pouring rain outside. “I like rain way better than a sunny day.” There’s a smile forming on his previously bold features, some of the frosting from the cake laying over the table taken by the tip of his index before being pressed against the female’s nose, soon enough dragging a laughter that ceased way too soon by the glare laid on him. “Smile. You look prettier with a smile, Hana.”

The rain isn’t bad, she likes it. It’s just her moody personality striking again. Hearing the droplets of it fall onto the harden surface and her lids felt much heavier than before. Exhaustion is built up in irises because the sound of rain is soothing, it brings her at ease with her head inclined to the side. Muscles relaxing when doing so and her arms were resting on the sides. It seems odd, to find her ‘older brother’ here besides her after so long. Without speaking or contacting one another. Hana wasn’t mad at that at all, would never be because she understood that Thomas has a hectic schedule from the beginning. It’s pleasant, being around someone who cares about her.

❝I know what you mean it’s just.❞ Well, there’s no reason to dampen the mood when they reunited recently either. The female lets out a small sigh in defeat, reaching over to claw at the side of her neck. Nails lazily sinking into the flesh to find an excuse before her head inclines towards the older and much taller frame. Lower lip sticking out, refusing to display a smile when she genuinely wasn’t in a mood to do so. A whine falls out first, nose scrunching at the feeling of frosting smeared against it. ❝No let me look ugly then, Thomas. Maybe all the gross boys can go away too.❞ Mumbling childishly, tongue sticking out to wipe it off which obviously had no chance in being smeared away anytime soon.

         There’s something hilarious about the phrase that left the female’s lips to sink into his ears, maybe because it has been spoken way too many times before, or maybe because he grew used to such unusual word by now. As a low chuckle escapes past thin pair of lips, the male’s hand raised from his side, reaching to tap the the female’s nose with a small shake of his head. It was still funny, yet he couldn’t quite comprehend just what did people mean by weird–well, Thomas Oh was indeed aware of his awkward behavior, but there was still a curiosity sparkling towards the reason and as to how people saw him to make usage of such words. Most of all, it was something to live with, accept and embrace because, isn’t normal boring?

         “Oh, Hana, dear–if I was to get money for each time I heard that phrase, I would probably be really rich by now.“

She should start counting how many times that insult ( compliment, depending on how the older takes it ) spills out of her lips. Probably a good seven, eight times by now. Nevertheless, she genuinely means her comment. He was an odd one. Not that it was particularly bad since she prefers those who were unusually strange, people who stuck out like a thumb. Because she was the weird one as well. At least that’s one thing she has in common with this so-called-older brother. 

❝Does this mean I have to start paying for every time I call you that now?❞ Sarcasm coats along the inquiry, a mischievous glint in her dark irises when speaking to Thomas. Index fingers pressing into the center of her cheeks, slowly deepening the pressure. Pointing directly to herself and another string of words spill out of her mouth. ❝It’s okay, I’m weird too. I probably got that shit from you.❞